I write this on a train speeding—well, strolling at velocity, this being Canada—from my beautiful, troubled home town of Montreal to the super-successful city of Toronto, Canada’s true capital, where, to everyone’s shock, the first full-scale, messy, Louisiana-style, twenty-first-century political scandal in Canada is taking place, to the wonder of the burghers of a town once thought immune to all scandals save those of the meaner, pocket-filling kind. The facts are that Rob Ford, the rotund, wayward mayor of Toronto, was seen by reporters, on a smartphone video, smoking what looked like crack with what appeared to be Somali drug dealers, inhaling deeply while making scurrilous remarks about, among others, the new Liberal Party leader, Justin Trudeau. Ford and his still stranger brother, Doug, a councilman, denied that the video existed, or, if it did, that it really showed what it seemed to show—though the idea that two reporters from the Toronto Star would deliberately lie about such a thing seems difficult to credit, and the notion that anyone could, even with post-modern Photoshop methods, fake such a thing seems even odder. (One imagines an evil FX guy inserting a Ray Harryhausen-like puppet-animation figure of the portly Mayor Ford into the video, shimmering and jerking and rustling as he struggles with the pipe.)